The result of management being the middle of a pond has created the need for robots to file ducks in order to create harmony for the office. Nearby the woods are brimming with sex against the will of nature. My fear is loving attacks on my freedom disguised as survival. My axe cuts down the very tree of my orchard that bears the best fruit. I was tricked into unfathomable stupidity yet again by pirates wanting my boat. I hope I don’t open the door again.